I t h o u g h t a b o u t b e e s . A n d i t w a s l i k e a d a n c e

Watercolor and charcoal.

When I draw or paint, I hear things. I hear words, phrases...they ripple through my head over and over.

A chant, a song, a mantra, which influences (or becomes) the piece that I am working on:

"I thought about bees, and it was like a dance."

Buzzzing and humming through me...consuming me and my brush.

It was all.